Chapter 173: Zoned Out

Savannah I knew it wasn’t a good idea to be holding a knife when my hands were trembling this badly. The blade shook with every shallow breath I took. One wrong move, and I could’ve sliced more than just the carrots. But I couldn’t stop. Chopping, stirring, cleaning—anything to keep my hands busy, anything to drown out the storm inside my head. Every few seconds, my gaze darted to the clock on the wall. Roman would be home soon. And he was expecting good news. My stomach twisted painfully. The kind of twist that made me want to curl up and disappear. Because when he walked through that door, smiling like he always did, carrying flowers or that bottle of wine I liked, I’d have to tell him the truth. There was no baby. That all the hope we’d built was slipping through my fingers like sand. Lizzie was talking somewhere behind me. Her voice came in waves—soft, then hard—but I couldn’t make out the words. My pulse was too loud, pounding in my own ears like a drum. The walls felt smaller, th